Martin returned to his apartment a half-hour from the university, carefully locking the door behind him. His breath was heavy and quick, his blood rushing as he pulled his prize out from inside his folded jacket.

She had said her name was Sandy, the tall, leggy woman who had gone onto the stage earlier in the night and put her body out for a show. Her eyes were a pale green, and her long, long black hair clashed nicely with her pale skin. He was enamored with her, and thought of what he would do to her if he had half a chance, like every other man at the show.

Then after the show, he had won. He had won, and his heart raced as he chose, asked, picked her. She had agreed with a smile, and asked what he wanted to do to her before heading out.

He had enough presence of mind to recognize that sneaking a naked woman into his apartment might be extremely difficult, and would raise a lot of questions, so he said he would flatten her.

Sandy had then, with a smile on her face, put her mouth around the hose from a vacuum, and let it suck all the air out of her, reducing her to a life-sized and very flat version of her. This, he took with him, rolled and folded into his jacket as he headed home.

He honestly expected her to not be there when he got back, but no, there she was, still alive and awake, waiting to be restored.

The Club Head said that he could blow air into her to inflate her, and thinking about her lips was enough to make him realize he was still dressed. Once that was taken care of, he realized that he had a better option to blow her up. Laying her flat out on the bed was easy enough, running his hands along her skin, he came to her pussy, and felt the slight crack there.

A woman had more than one hole, didn't she? So instead of kissing her to restore her body, he pulled her flag legs apart, folding them back over her waist, and put his lips to her cunt, gently blowing into her hips.

She reacted immediately, her warm body growing moist with the breath, inviting him to do more. He took a deep breath, and pushed more air into her, able to kiss her better as she was inflated back to her normal size.

The breath was done, and he pulled back. Her hips were back to normal, her legs still flat as well as everything above her stomach. Her face was unchanged, so Martin took another breath and inflated her more, using his tongue to make sure that the channel was clear. This time, he watched out over her body as her stomach fully inflated, then her breasts began to rise. Another breath, and they popped into place, full, lush, and he had enough waiting.

With her legs, arms and head still flat, he pushed his cock into her vagina, pumping furiously as he gave in to his carnal urges. He was quick about it, and he huffed as he gathered himself afterward. The body beneath him was glistening with sweat now, just as flush as he was. So he cupped a hand under her head, running fingers through her hair and kissed her to breath into her again.

She kissed him back lips locking tightly as one arm of hers wrapped around him, keeping him close, then the other arm as they exchanged breaths. Finally, her legs returned to their natural proportions and the two of them sat on the bed, facing each other and pressed as tight as they could possibly be.

They pulled away, breath and spit shared between them. "Ah," Sandy said with a hushed whisper. "You really don't waste time, do you?" She flexed a little in their mutual embrace.

"Did I do something wrong?" Martin asked. "I mean...?"

Sandy licked her lips. "First, no you did nothing wrong. Second, you still haven't pulled out, you know?"

Martin looked down at their sexes, and yes, he still was. And she certainly didn't mind either. "So, aside from that," anything else I should know about?"

"Well, you can still inflate me if you want, or suck and deflate." At that, the two of them looked down at her chest, pressed against his. "Or," she added with a sly grin, "I can inflate something of yours?"

Martin slid his hands around her, getting between them to push her down to lay back on the bed. "Let's get the normal out of the way before we get to the freaky."

She laughed. "Freaky? Ten minutes ago, I was as flat as a pancake! But you better get started then, we only have until morning."